She was there, a radiant grin glowing on her dark face and her brown eyes gleaming mischievously in the light. She turned around the corner with a musical giggle escaping from her lips, and then she was gone from sight. Her long black curls trailed behind a moment longer like a wisp of smoke from a fire before they too disappeared from his eyes.
She was his prey now, and he was never one to give up until he finally caught his prey. She had been wanted by him since the very first time he had caught sight of her. She was the first he had ever desired to play hard to get though. This was certainly a new game for him; nobody had ever resisted him for so long. She was a completely different type of woman than all the pale roses at his court. Sun-kissed skin, quick-witted mind, sharp-tongued mouth, an untamed heart... She was as free as a bird.
These exotic qualities in such a great beauty drew him in, like a child to a shiny new toy. Never had he been lured in by a woman's charm so quickly and then to only be pushed away with a devious smile always dancing on her full lips like she knew exactly how much suffering she was causing him by doing it.
She loved to taunt him with her charm, to dress so wonderfully in the most becoming gowns, to play lazily with her luscious curls, and flaunt around like she was well aware that she was the most desired woman at court. She danced about at all the parties and balls and showed herself off to the world in such an alluring way that he simply could not just watch her. He was determined to make her his.
He would never be able to though.
She was simply free from all men. An untouchable, free-spirited enchanter who craved the chase of foolish men, and the pretty presents they sent to her in hopes of buying her love.
Now though, she was beside herself with delight that she had been able to besot the most foolish and eagerest of all men, the king himself. She had been warned of what he was capable of doing to hold her sights, how persuasive he would act to try and secure her love for him, but she would always be too high for him to capture. Just like how she had always been too high for any of the hundreds of other men to hold on to.
